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Of firewalls and fig leaves
Nov. 21st, 2006 10:26 pmApproximately ten seconds ago, Hubby appeared at the door of my study.
“What do you do in your spare time, [Hubby]?” he asked himself rhetorically.
Intrigued by the mundane question, I looked over to realise that he was looking rather more like Michelangelo’s David than is entirely appropriate for me to describe in a PG rated journal.
“Well,” he answered himself, once he’d got my attention, “sometimes I read, sometimes I play computer games, and sometimes I just like to get nude and install a new firewall.”
Then he wandered off to do just that.
“What do you do in your spare time, [Hubby]?” he asked himself rhetorically.
Intrigued by the mundane question, I looked over to realise that he was looking rather more like Michelangelo’s David than is entirely appropriate for me to describe in a PG rated journal.
“Well,” he answered himself, once he’d got my attention, “sometimes I read, sometimes I play computer games, and sometimes I just like to get nude and install a new firewall.”
Then he wandered off to do just that.
